The rest of the guys, no women in our group unfortunately, are doing a Belgium classic today. The Tour Of Flanders Sportive. Full race distance, 159 miles, and all those cobbled climbs. By now they will be well on their way experiencing a peleton of 17000! This is why Im feeling left out, I was going but circumstances were such that I had to cancel at the last minute. Imagine 17000 cyclists of all shapes and sizes all enjoying themselves going fast along one of the most famous routes there is.
I did get out this morning, up to Grassington halfway up the valley with 2 other stay at homes, but it wasnt the same. I have a not bad fitness, which seems a bit wasted on a `stroll in the Dales`. I know I can carry it through going towards my next event but I really would like to have expended it on the soil of Flanders!
Still, the sun came out on the return section which dried off the Soft Blue No8 after a wetting on the way out.
Dreaming of Flanders.
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